Disclaimer: I own nothing you recognize, this is just for fun, not for profit

Notes: I'm so sorry I haven't updated in awhile. A guy updated my computer, but I forgot to back up my files :P everything got deleted, my pics, my music, and most importantly, my documents.

Warnings: language


"You said to call you if there was another one." Sarah Gordan let Sam and Dean in. She was the town's mortician. "And this one is different."

"How?" Sam asked.

Sarah led them to the body and pointed to Matt Jone's side. "This one had a message," she said. "Using Agent Morris' name."

Sure enough, there was a message saying, "Dean, you're next." Sam and Dean looked at each other.

"Thank you, Doctor Gordan. You mind giving us a few?" Sam asked.

"Sure, Agent Johnson. I'll just be in my office." With that said, she turned and walked out of the room.

"Alright, Cas, Cali," Dean said. "Come out now."

Castiel and Callista suddenly appeared. Callista had changed out of her torn and bloody clothes into a Doctor Who shirt, leather jacket, blue skinnies, and blue Converse.

"I want to see the bodies," she said, pointedly ignoring Sam.

"Over there," Dean answered, pointed.

She got the first victim, Andrew Oldman, out and began looking at him closely. She felt Sam join her, even though she still ignored him.

"Cali, I'm sorry," he tried.

"I bet you are. Now, lift his arm," she ordered. Sam obeyed, lifting the arm she had pointed to. She bent down trying to find a signature or something. Usually, most demons left one, only visible to other demons.

"Cali-" Sam tried again.

"Look, I don't know what the big deal is. We were going to hook up, we didn't, end of story. You know nothing will ever work out. I'm pure demon, you're a human. As much as I wish otherwise, nothing is going to change." She bent closer and discovered what she was looking for. Grabbing a piece of paper and a pen from her jacket pocket, she quickly copied down the symbol, a half circle with an X over it.

Sam couldn't explain why he felt so sad at her words. He had just met her yesterday, but he felt like he'd known her all his life. But when Dean let her go, she had ignored all attempts at an apology.

"Dean, here. Each Demon leaves a signature when they kill a mortal. I recognize it." Callista handed the paper to Dean, who took it and studied the symbol.

"How'd you know it was a demon? I figured pagan god," Dean said, looking up at her.

"Pagan's kill for rituals. They usually take something like blood, hearts, stuff like that. These guys kept everything, which rules out pagan. Demons sometimes kill for fun. That symbol is from a lower life form, named Jade."

"If Lilith kept you a secret, how do you know all of this?" Castiel asked.

"They may not know about me, I'm just a story to them, but I kept tabs on everybody. One, to try to find my father. Two, Lilith used to quiz me on who's who. If I answered wrong, she's 'kill' me. And there are some methods that take hours to heal from." Callista shrugged nonchalantly, but lowered her gaze.

"Your own mother tortured you like that?" Dean looked revolted.

"Do you know who my mother is? She didn't care about me. She couldn't care less about me. I was just a power play to her. That's why I wanted to find my father, to take me away. But Lilith had tons of lovers around the time I was conceived," she said.

No one really knew what to say to that, so Dean changed the subject. "Well, looks like we're done here. Let's go back to the motel."

"I'll meet you there," Castiel said, vanishing.

Looking at Dean, Callista said, "I'll follow him. Now that I met him, I know his angelic scent and can track him." But while Castiel disappeared with the sound of rustling feathers, Callista disappeared without a sound.

Dean looked over at Sam who was staring at the spot Callista had been. Grimacing, Dean realized that Sam, once again, liked a demon.

"I, uh, I could have Cas talk to her. Tell her you had nothing to do with it," Dean suggested, not wanting to work with Callista while worrying about Sam and her.

"Why does it matter? She's a demon, it'd just be Ruby all over again." Sam sounded like he was trying to convince himself rather than Dean.

Dean quickly thought things through. On one hand, Callista wasn't just any demon. She was Lilith's daughter! She was everything Dean went against. But, on the other hand, she wanted to be good. And she made Sam happy, something neither of them got to feel much of lately. Dean felt like she was a complex puzzle and he only had half the pieces. But he did know the best option for now.

"I don't know, Ruby never liked Harry Potter. Maybe Cali's okay," Dean said, winking at Sam as he walked out.


"So, you like Dean, huh?"

Castiel looked over at Callista. "Dean and I do share a profound bond," he said, not understanding why she laughed.

"Dude, you two like each other! You're always staring at each other," she pointed out.

"Well, Dean is different. His soul has suffered so much, yet it remains the most beautiful soul I have ever seen," Castiel said. "Humanly speaking, yes, I do like him. But I do not know what to do."

"Even though I'm a demon, I've lived as a human long enough to say this: go up to Dean when you're alone and kiss him. Now, he's going to freak out and run, but he'll come back. Let him think things through," Callista advised.

Castiel nodded, listening to everything she said. He didn't get to say anything though because at that moment, Sam and Dean walked in.

"I know the name of the demon now, so I can find her. Then I say we send Dean to lure her here. We'll have a devil's trap ready to stop her and then we'll kill her," Callista said.

"Hold on, why me?" Dean demanded.

"She used your name," Callista pointed out.

Dean thought about it. "Fair enough."

"Alright, Cas and I will start painting. You find her, Cali," Sam said. Once again, he was ignored, but she did sit on the bed and cross her legs. She laid her hands on her legs and closed her eyes.

It took a couple of minutes before her eyes opened again. By then, Sam and Castiel were done painting.

"She's at the pub right now. She's wearing a small blond, about my age. Sparkly blue dress, purple scarf," Callista informed Dean. "Name's Jade, remember that."

"Gotcha. I'll go get her, then we gank this bitch," Dean said, rubbing his hands together.

"I will have to cloak everyone. Otherwise she'll know." Callista got up and walked towards Sam and Castiel.

"Cali, wait!" Sam tried to stop her as she walked right above the trap, but she didn't stop. She continued on as though there wasn't even a trap there.

"Does that mean we painted it wrong?" Sam asked, worried.

"Yeah, it held you last time," Dean put in.

"No, last time I was weakened by you knocking me out," Callista said, giving Dean a pointed look. "It works, but remember, I'm very powerful."

She didn't see the three males exchange a glance. Each felt slightly uneasy by the quirky, beautiful, powerful demon.


Dean sat at the bar, tossing back a shot. If he was going to do this, he was going to have to get drunk enough to not flinch when she touched him. He had watched Jade go into the restroom and was waiting for her to come out. He briefly checked out this brunette that walked out before returning his gaze to the restroom door.

"Hey, handsome. Come here alone?"

Dean turned and took in the brunette he had just checked out. She was wearing a shiny red dress and had styled her hair into loose curls that hung down to her shoulders.

"Yeah, but I'm waiting for someone," he answered, tossing back another shot.

"Let me guess, blonde? Blue dress with big boobs?" she asked, smirking.

"No, blonde's aren't really my type," he semi-lied. He did like dark hair over lighter.

She laughed. "My bad. It's just you were staring at her pretty bad. Anyways, my name's Jade. What's yours, handsome?"

Jade. That was the name of the demon. She didn't match Callista's description, but Dean guessed she changed bodies. He decided to take a chance.

"Dean," he said, flashing a smile.

"So, Dean, am I more your type?" she asked, leaning closer. Her dress stretched, pushing her chest up even more. Despite everything, Dean found himself glancing down.

"Well, I did always have a soft spot for dark heads," he said.

"In that case, wanna take me back to your place?" She smiled and ran her tongue across her bottom lip slowly.

Dean swallowed thickly before harshly reminding himself that this was a mission. He nodded though, and placed a few bucks on the bar for his drinks. As they left the bar and headed for his car, she gave a low whistle. "Nice ride," she said, stroking the hood.

"Thanks." Dean opened the door for her. She got in and they started off towards the motel.


"Cali, I'm sorry! I had no idea what Dean was planning!"

'Save it, Sam. Anyways, I have an idea. Maybe Jade will know something about who my father is." Callista turned to the quiet angel who was watching them hesitantly. "What do you think, Cas?"

Castiel looked faintly alarmed by being brought into the conversation, but answered anyways. "I do not know. Aren't you just a story to her?"

Callista nodded slowly, still avoiding Sam's sorrowful gaze. "Yeah, but maybe the story mentions the father. Doesn't hurt to ask."

A noise outside made them quiet down and get into position. The door opened and Dean came in with a woman. He followed the plan and led her straight to the middle of the room where the devil's trap was hidden under the rug. As soon as she was stuck and cursing, Callista uncloaked Sam and Castiel.

"Ah, I should of known Dream Team would be here. How'd you find out?" Jade asked, sneering.

"Help from a friend," Sam answered. "Now, we have some questions."

"Ask away, big boy. Doesn't mean I'll answer them," Jade said, thinking she should of just killed Dean at the bar.

"What do you know of the first-born demon?" Castiel asked, ignoring Dean's questioning look.

Despite herself, Jade's eyes widened. "Why do you want to know about a myth?"

"Answer the question," Sam demanded.

"Fine, cool your jets. Legend has it that there's a demon who was born, not made. No mention of who was powerful enough to conceive such a thing, but it's said that he is so powerful, he can kill an army of demons and angels alike with a single look. So vengeful that anyone who crosses him would suffer a painful death. So evil, he would take the children from a holy family and eat them in front of the parents and the big man upstairs himself. So-"

"That's a lie! I've never killed anyone, let alone children!" Callista cried, uncloaking herself.

Jade's eyes got impossibly round. She didn't know this demon, but she recognized the power oozing from her. "The myths are true, if not a bit wrong," she said breathlessly. "Welcome, Queen Mortem." With that said, Jade got on one knee and bowed her head.

The four standing shared a look. Sam's was filled with wonder, Dean and Castiel's filled with curiosity, and Callista's filled with disgust.